You know how sometimes you get choked up when you're listening to your three-year-old singing in church as she stands on the piano bench, or when Heidi and her grandfather pass each other unawares on a snowy street, or you're telling a story more than 30 years later about a Korean family you know having been separated during the war? Sometimes music or art will move you to having emotion in your throat. And you just can't help it, you didn't expect to be so particularly vulnerable at that particular time.
Well, how would you like to be the pastry chef who brought Julia Child to sudden, unexpected tears? I knew this dessert was going to be good and it's the scene I randomly selected out of eight or so this morning while getting ready for work before I had to turn the DVD back into the library. (Well, now that you're wondering, no this is not the lamest thing I have checked out at the library. Maybe the lamest thing I have blogged about in a long while. But thanks for asking.)
The following video is just the last part of Nancy Silverton (I should have been her on this day!) making the dessert, and you can find the first part on youtube if you want to make someone in your little foody circle weep. If you're not interested in making it, at least please fast-forward to the end where they both taste the tart together. Pregnant silence as the chef waits to hear Julia pronounce edibility, breaks the silence with a dumb comment about a "good combination," and then Julia tries to talk...but she can't! And she tries a moment later and she just can't get control.
You know how you want to squirm when someone tries to talk through an emotion-constricted throat and their voice goes squeaky? Wait. Julia Child with a squeaky voice? Nawww... But yes! And don't just take my word for it.